Author’s Note:
This scene began as a vignette without an ending in mind (besides the fact the characters totally get it on, of course!). I believe it stands alone – if an impressionistic scene without sex interests you, please give it a look.
Here I expanded the vignette into a full story with the introduction slightly modified. This story includes collaborative writing and valuable editing from the wonderful Thebob2013. It was an absolute pleasure to write with him. The sexiest phrases are his work. Any flaws in the story are mine alone.
Please enjoy.
The last pair of students unlocked their bikes from the rack as I approached Campbell Hall. Perfect timing. I skipped up the marble steps and swung open the heavy oak door. The only sound in the corridor was the click of my flats on the linoleum. As I walked, the pencil skirt of my dress exaggerated the swing of my hips and showed off the curve of my ass.
At the open doorway, I watched the instructor erase the final marks from the chalkboard, a thoughtful expression on his face. My pulse raced in anticipation. The sight of him always had that effect on me. His athletic frame, his easy stance, his confident hands.